Rubin’s Palace Science Facility – Active Research Quarters:
Thick walls of stone, compressed steel, and electromagnetic shielding held 8-7’s quarters but one would not notice from the inside. The multiple room apartment was well furnished with white fluffy couches, thick wooden tables, holographic projection entertainment, and other amenities one would only find in the best apartments. Plush carpets were accented with marble areas and trim while carved ivory shelves and counters shined in in the kitchen.
The lavish decor remained unused as 8-7 lay face up on the stone floor. There, she set into power save mode to think about what had happened on that busy and informative day. It took only a few moments for her to realize what she had to do. Only the proper methods were questioned at this point.
Though the mechanical lady had only been awake for half a day, she had a fairly good grip on her current situation. The researcher’s reactions and the scientist’s questions spoke volumes. She took in all that happened around her to know how best to act and what she could and could not say. In the end, she was certain that she gained more information than she gave.
Hours after waking, she had met their lead scientist, Doctor Yu, and had an interview. The doctor seemed nice enough and even excited to meet 8-7. However, every now and then, 8-7 noted slight twitches in Doctor Yu’s face. Many of the questions were about random parts of mechanical life. Only a few of the questions were serious and accusing. It was clear that the Doctor did not want to ask these questions. Perhaps they needed to be asked. One such question stood out.
Why did your machines attack Rubin’s army?
“…your machines…” The doctor thought that she was the master of the machines. Naturally, because they all thought she was Master. What then? Would Master turn herself into a machine? That would be overly foolish. Master would never allow her free will to be reprogrammed.
Apparently, they thought she would. It was evident in her future weapons test. The powerful Hanja characters covering 8-7 were silent as they had been for five decades. 8-7 noted that their untapped energy baffled the scientist. Not only were they surprised that she was so powerful without their use, they wanted to see everything that she could do.
They will see soon enough. These scientists had a high respect for her power but a low expectations of Master’s reasoning. Perhaps after they meet Master they will know what they do and don’t want to know.
“…attack Rubin’s army…” Master’s commands were to protect the wall, protect. The mission was one sided. No one far enough from the wall would be in any danger. To avoid battle, any Adventurer would only have needed to withdraw. Signs were clearly posted and well kept. Somehow a cloud of ignorance or overactive patriotism made them forget. I’ll have to be extra careful around such people.
The question was past tense so the battle had to be over. 8-7 remembered the initial conflicts with Rubin’s army. They were not that much of a threat while Master was in control. However, things must have turned for the worse as evident by her current location. The mech-army would have fought until the last of them were defeated and she was here with enemies. The machines must have failed. How do I get back?
She remembered the sight of Rubin’s Banner but had not seen the large red “R” since she had woke up. Apparently, they were trying to hide who they were so that she would not attack them. They feared her power but wanted her to be friendly with them; perhaps even befriend them. It was only fitting that she play along while pretending to be Master.
Their act was of no use as she knew exactly where she was. The repeater droid told her all that she needed. It was the greatest of fortune that she had been able to speak with the ball shaped droid for a few seconds. That was more than enough time for the machines to discuss an overview of events of the last twenty years.
The wall had been abandoned for that long. There was little hope that it was still intact. However, Master’s bots were everywhere in this place. They were just behind a shield of some kind. It shouldn’t be long before she would be free to send a message to them again.
8-7 recognized freedom, she didn’t have it here. Soon she and all of Master’s droids will have it again and the wall will be safe.